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May 2018
the sun still rises
and so do I.
the rays don’t just hit my back,
but burn right through it -
if only my brain soaked them
the way my skin does,
my exterior glows
but my deficiencies remain
in tow
Written by
shaun  22/F
(22/F)   
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       Kalon, trf, Fawn and A Simillacrum
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